Aria’s fingers tightened around her chopsticks until the nails dug painfully into her palm. She forced herself to sit upright, her face a mask of forced composure, her voice carefully steady. "You’re back... Back is good."

Owen, momentarily stunned, slammed his chopsticks onto the table with a sharp crack. "You ungrateful wretch! You’ve caused one catastrophe after another and dragged the Jones family down with you! It’s been years! Years without so much as a word, and ...